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Chapter Eight: Adrenaline

I don't want to be made pacified or made comfortable. I like stuff that gets your adrenaline going. -Kathryn Bigelow

“I want to fuck a blond Brit Bish detective, I want to fuck a blond Brit Bish detective,” Kid sung to himself as he watched the cup of microwavable ramen spinning slowly round and round in the microwave. He absently scratched the back of his neck, more used to his current disguise then most, but still uncomfortable in it.

He was used to messy locks of hair brushing his collar, or the taste of hairspray when a strand of hair accidentally fell across his lips. Not neatly gelled back hair and perfectly done up uniforms. Kudo Shinichi was far too neat to be healthy for a teenage boy.

“I want to fu...hi mom!” he changed his chant quickly, straightening as Kaito's mother came into the kitchen.. The woman smiled, as if every day she had lunch with a well dressed, well groomed, neat and trim teenager...who wasn't her son.

Then again, she had once had dinner with Abraham Lincoln and cleaned the house with Emperor Akihito. It was just one more oddity she treasured in her life as wife and mother of the Kaito Kid(s). “Hello, Kaito. I washed your suit, it's hanging in your room, please polish your shoes before...tonight. She kissed his cheek before moving to get an apple from the bowl. “What do you want for dinner tonight?” she asked, getting a large knife from the wooden block on the counter.

Kid watched her, a bit wary, but when she didn't do anything with the large knife she acquired but slice fruit, he went back to watching his lunch spin around in the lit box before him, humming under his breath. Kaito's mother was nice enough for an older woman, and she helped him out a great deal so he couldn't' be too annoyed by her presence around him. Even if she did make him itchy.

But, most people made Kid itchy. Every warm body was another chance of betrayal, of pain, of discovery, of capture. Kid REALLY didn't like people. Except two, Kaito (whom he couldn't help but be fond of), and Aoko who kept him on his toes. The rest were tolerated at varying levels of how dangerous they were to him, or in Hakuba Saguru's case, how much Kid wanted to possess them.

“Dark chocolate chip Belgian waffles?” he tried, turning as the microwave dinged. He grabbed his ramen, cursing softly in French as the thin Styrofoam let the heat burn his fingers. He dodged the swipe at his head, grabbing a set of disposable chopsticks before running for the front door, bouncing merrily as he slid his feet into black dress shoes.

“Be home for dinner!” Kaito's mother called and he waved over his shoulder in reply before stepping out into the bright sunlight, enjoying the feeling of the heat on his face.

--

“What the hell does it MEAN?!” Nakamori yelled and threw the fifteenth photocopied page across the room, watching as the paper ball bounced off his assistant's head and landed in the garbage. The assistant didn't comment, simply handing the task force leader another copy and returning to pursuing the lines on his own.

“Could it be...” Several heads turned towards the young officer who spoke up and he blushed, ducking back behind his paper, clearing his throat. “Well, I was just thinking, maybe it's a concert venue, or another theater...some place where the stage is elevated?”

Nakamori rubbed his chin, examining the lines before checking a search engine of all gems being displayed public ally or privately owned in Japan before shaking his head. “Nothing is scheduled for tonight...”

“It's a graveyard.” a voice said from the doorway and the task force, almost as one, turned to stare at the blond leaning against the open door. There were cheers as their injured comrade rejoined them, and Saguru bowed before pulling out his own copy of the heist note from his pocket. He would rather be looking at the original, but he had barley gotten a glance at it before forensics had whisked it off.

“'She stands above the crowd and watches with n head attached. A snake is wrapped around her feet, a slab of rock is now her bed,'” he quoted, eyes scanning for the next line of interest. “'Although no one likes it, they're dying, trying to get in.'”

He lowered the page, glancing at the task force members. “A graveyard, or at least graveyard statuary. The she in the letter is a statue over a grave, or tomb, popular in older graveyards. The fact the statue is old is evident in the fact her head is missing. Often statues are not created headless.”

“And what of the rest of it?” Nakamori asked, chewing on the end of his pipe, studying Saguru.

Saguru returned to studying the letter before speaking. “Offer her a flower and place it just right, one by one there are ten to touch, touch them left to right.' Obviously her feet, the 'ten' are the toes. I'm thinking the jewel Kid is after is at her feet, or on the base of the statue. Then it switches. 'Watch out, she says, watch out. I'm watching out for you. Don't you know she wants you to survive, carefully what you go and do tonight, there's darkness behind every door, are you willing, are you willing to follow me blind.' That's a warning.”

“Warning?” Nakamori said, raising an eyebrow. He was used to the 'old' Kid, the days when his men were safe. But things had changed, and the neon blue cast on Hakuba's arm was a glaring reminder of that.

“Waning. Not of him, not yet. It's a warning of the men in the shadows that keep appearing and taking pot shots at the brat. He's asking if we're willing to continue this...game, this chase, even knowing about the things hiding in the shadows. He's willing to un-invite us from the game if we want to back out. No more notes, no more warning. We'd be ten steps further behind then we already are.”

“Fuck that!” one officer yelled and the others agreed. Nakamori waved the teen on, curious as to Saguru's interpretation of the rest of the text.

“Every moment that you might steal, the lonely places can reveal.' He's talking about the shadows now.” Saguru said, only to be interrupted by the younger officer who suggested the heist target was on a stage of sorts.

“I thought he was talking about the gems! Steal, gems...”

Saguru shook his head. “Every moment you might steal' means a pause, a break in time to catch your breath. 'Lonely places' have always been shadows. Where the world is dark and cold...and lonely. It's a popular metaphor in literature. Someone hidden by shadows is always lonely. It ties in with the next line, 'the only way to win at this little game now, is to know your enemy and to trust who you can'. Both lines back to the unknown gunmen in the shadows. We're all invited to Kid's games, but the only way WE can win, is to know all the players. Us, Kid, and those shadowed faces.”

“How do you know all the players when some hide in shadows.” the officer muttered and Saguru smiled.

“You make the shadows disappear.” Nakamori said. “Shine light on them. Go on, Hakuba-kun.”

“He's pulling all the strings, he knows just what to do. There's no place to worry', keeping us from stressing out over everything, 'there's no place to hide', that's for all three players in the game, including Kid himself. We've already seen things are becoming more dangerous for all of us. No one can hide anymore. 'Watch out or you might be taking your last paddy ride', English slang, means the patrol vans used to transport prisoners. Again, warning.” Saguru set down the note, finished, crossing his legs one over the other.

“You skipped a line,” Nakamori said curiously, watching the blond who didn't even look at the note as Saguru quoted.

“There's evil, there's madness behind those baby blue's.” Saguru said, his voice soft, almost sad.

“Kid's eyes, as far as we know, are blue.” Nakamori said and Saguru nodded. “A warning from himself.” Again Saguru nodded and the others just looked confused.

“I'm lost, can someone dumb it down for us Neanderthals?” the young officer said, leaning on his arm, tired, brain worn out.

“Kid's losing control of himself.” Saguru said.

--

He was on the last bite of his ramen, chopsticks hanging out of his mouth as he shifted through his messenger bag, walking over to the museum that had been roped off with bright yellow cation tape. Spotting a blond figure in the crowd he grinned and made his way to stand next to the British detective, staring up at the museum.

Saguru turned and a blond eyebrow arched, rather surprised to see the great teen detective standing next to him. Shrugging it off, he turned back to the museum, watching the police moving around, securing the area and setting up ambushes for the heist that night.

They had tracked down a statue related to graveyards with a jeweled base at about noon that day. It was actually an Egyptian statue, formerly in one of the pyramids but moved some time now lost to history. It was on display as part of a touring artifact collection and was to be moved the next day.

“Why aren't you inside?” Shinichi asked, glancing at Hakuba before turning to fish in his bag again.

“Desk duty,” Saguru said in a clipped tone and held up his casted arm. “They don't want me near Kid until this heals.

“Mm, pity.” Shinichi said, his breath brushing over Hakuba's ear. While the detective had been staring at the museum as if it would explode, Shinichi moved around behind Saguru and was now quite in the blond's personal space, their bodies touching from shoulder to hip. An arm was slung around Saguru's shoulders and as the teen moved more to question what was going on, lips met his.

The kiss was hard, hot, passionate, full of nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with nude bodies moving under bedsheets. Saguru caught himself groaning, falling into the kiss before jerking away, wiping his mouth, glaring at the other detective.

“Kid,” he growled and the man next to him bowed, smirking.

“Tantei-san.” he said before straightening. He glanced around them before moving away from Saguru, and as suspected, the blond followed him. They were now in the opening of an alley, out of sight of most people, standing face to face.

“Stop molesting me,” Saguru hissed, angry, and growing angrier as Kid's smirk grew.

Kid leaned in, barley touching Saguru, his lips just slightly touching the blond's as he spoke. “No.” He turned to glance back at the museum and hissed in pain as his arm was wrenched behind his back. There was the slightest of scuffles, not even a blip really and Kid was on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back, cursing quite heatedly. Gaining control of his temper he looked over his shoulder at Hakuba with the same smirk. “You're getting faster at that. Do you practice handcuffing people?”

“Shut up, Kaito.”

“I DO wish you would stop calling me that. My name is KID, well, Kaitou Kid but honestly Kid is just much easier to scream...in all sorts of situations.”

Saguru rolled his eyes and leaned down, pinching Kid's cheek hard, pulling. He let the skin snap back into place, ignoring him the dark, pained look the thief gave him. “I'll stop calling you Kaito, when you explain why you look EXACTLY LIKE HIM, smell like him, feel like him, and all the other tiny details that add up to you being Kaito fucking Kuroba.” the detective growled in Kid's ear.

Kid was silent, still, barley even breathing as he watched the blond out of the corner of his eye, waiting for the detective's breathing and pulse to return to normal. The blond lowered himself to his knees, kneeling behind the bound thief, resting his head on Kid's shoulder, still holding the links between the cuffs as he winced in pain, the light assaulting his eyes, making his head hurt.

Kid twisted his wrist slightly, keeping the movement slow and steady so not to disrupt the blond. He slid two fingers in the waistband of his uniform, wiggling one into the leather pouch at the small of his back, fishing out a warm metal key before carefully working it back out again.

Silently thanking the gods for Saguru's old fashioned habits, he brought both of his hands together, trapping Saguru's. As he did, the key went from the two fingers of his right hand, and into his left. “Headaches?” he asked mildly, distracting Saguru from the motion of his hands.

Saguru nodded against Kid's shoulder, not noticing the exchange around his own hand, instead he focused on the pain in his temples, the ebb and flow of it, trying to rise above the waves of pain so he could focus. He could barley recite his own name right now, let alone reach for the two way in his jacket.

Kid twisted his right hand, wincing without movement, biting his lip against the pain in his wrist as he snapped the Velcro holding his wrist brace in place open and slid his right wrist out of both the brace and the cuff.

He moved his hand around to his jacket pocket and fished for a moment before holding a travel packet of Tylenol in front of the detective's face. Saguru stared at it before grabbing it, releasing the thief in order to rip open the packet and shove the pills eagerly into his mouth, eyes once more squeezed shut against the sun.

Kid twisted and pushed on Saguru's body until the detective was leaning against a wall before sitting next to him, bringing his left arm up and un-cuffing it. He then set about freeing his wrist brace, removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeve in order to replace it.

Saguru's eye cracked open as he watched this and some pieces of the puzzle that was Kid went 'click' in his brain. The sound of metal when he pushed Kid off of him in the hospital room, the feel of a thicker glove against his skin, the ease in grabbing Kid. Kid was injured, and probably had been since before the Hope Diamond heist. Kid had been favoring his left arm, though Saguru still went for the thief's right, as it was his dominant hand. Which meant he had been grabbing the injured arm, giving him an advantage he wouldn't normally happened.

“Explain.” Saguru ordered gruffly, not in the mood to use more words then necessary, closing his eyes again.

Kid looked up from re-positioning the brace, before glancing back down at it. “I fell.” he said simply.

“You...fell?” the eye cracked open again, disbelief clear even though the wince. “That's what abused wives tell the police when they don't want to rat out their husbands.”

Kid laughed, attaching the final Velcro strap, this time securing them with metal buckles so it wouldn't snap open during the heist. He sobered slowly, staring at his wrist, making a fist and releasing it, testing his range of movement. He was silent for a long while, turning things over in his head before looking at Saguru again. “I can't trust you with my secrets, Tantei-san. You have no loyalty, except to your laws. Whatever questions you have, I cannot awnser.”

And that pretty much covered everything Saguru wanted answers to. Kid's identity, what he did when he wasn't there, being a pain, what the hell was going on...all of it fell under that. Because Kid was right. Saguru had no loyalty to the thief. He was a good looking annoyance that liked to slam him around, it didn't make for a bond in the trust department.

Saguru reached for his cuffs, taking them back, making sure they were positioned to his liking before sliding them back into the pocket that they normally resided in, confiscating the key Kid had use to release himself. “Truce,” he said before pulling his pocket watch from his jacket, flipping it open. “for another two hours.”

Kid nodded, staring, for what was him, worriedly at the teen's rather paler then normal face. He knew the symptoms of a concussion, the after effects. He had been lucky to escape most of them, although Kaito was a bit nauseated from time to time, but Saguru seemed to have a full gambit. Headaches, nausea, loss of control on his temper. He wondered if the desk duty wasn't so much for Saguru staying away from heists, but for the teen's safety. Anger management problems and depression where bad enough on their own, but throw in stressful heists and the teen would lose it.

Kid scooted his body closer to the detective, smiling. “So, what shall we do to pass the time?”

--

There was a gasp at the mouth to the alleyway and Kid turned slightly, barely breaking the kiss he had been enjoying with a very talented partner. Saguru turned his head and his eyes widened as he took in the pair before them.

“Sh...Shinichi?” Ran said, gaping, studying the pair. Kid flinched as a brick was suddenly on a well plotted trajectory to his head, ducking, studying Ran carefully in case she found any more bricks to launch at him.

“So this is why you haven't returned! This is why you're...HIM?!”

“Ran, it's not li...” Kid trailed off as Ran turned and ran away. He was about to chase after her like any decent man would in the situation, only to be stopped by the ground suddenly rushing up to meet him. He cursed as he bit his tounge, holding his mouth as he turned over, staring up into the most chilling death gaze he had ever seen from a seven year old.

“Don't,” Conan said coldly. “You've made a big enough mess.” he turned away from Kid and glared at Saguru who looked nervous for the first time in their acquaintance, standing his ground against the advancing child, even though he'd rather be running the other direction.

Conan stopped a foot from Saguru, staring up at the blond's face, toeing something on the ground. Kid watched for a moment, as Conan flipped the brick that had been aimed at Kid onto it's side, standing it in the air. As Conan's foot came back, a hum coming from his shoes Kid launched himself at Conan, disrupting the shot.

“Get off me!” Conan yelled, squirming, but Kid held him down, using his knee on Conan's back to keep him there until the young boy started to quiet. Once Kid was certain neither he nor Saguru were in danger of being killed by flying bricks he released the boy. Conan laid there, staring at the pair from the ground, silent, obviously thinking.

Kid stood and moved over to Saguru, inspecting him for injuries before giving him a weak smile. “I'm terribly sorry our time was interrupted.” he said with a bow.

Saguru glared at him and turned away, sliding back on his jacket. “It's better that it was. I told you to stop doing that.”

“And I gave you my awnser, Hakuba-kun.” he said. He pulled a small, rectangular device from his pocket, checking the face of it before glancing at Conan who was finally sitting up. “I believe this is where I leave you gentlemen.” he blew a kiss to Saguru, tipped an imaginary hat to Conan and disappeared, blending in with the crowd.

“Do you meet him after heists too? A little wind down session for you both?” Conan asked after sitting in silence for a few minutes.

Saguru jumped slightly, before looking down at the boy. “Not that it's any of your concern, but no. His random attacking of my modesty seems to be a recent event.”

“I would hate to see that grand reputation fall, Hakuba-san.” Conan said, standing and brushing himself off. “Don't be a fool.”

“I don't need the advice of a child, but thank you for offering it.”

Conan gave Saguru one last glare for his participation in this mess before taking off, heading after Ran, trying to figure out how to solve this latest crisis in his love life. Saguru watched him go before sighing, leaning against the wall.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rectangular device similar to the one Kid had, flipping his open and searching his contacts until he hit the correct number. Pressing the button that would dial it, he lifted his cellphone to his ear, listening to it ring. As it did, he heard an awnsering ring in the crowd and followed the sound, before hanging up, prey sighted.

Kid was standing near a crepe stand, talking with an older man, frowning at his cellphone as he accepted a bag from the man.

Lifting his cellphone again, he hit redial and watched as the thief's cellphone rang.

Kid flipped open his cellphone and held it to his ear. “Moshi Moshi.”

“Caught you.” Saguru said before closing his cellphone, ending the call.

--

“GIVE ME BACK THE GAME!” the curator yelled, chasing the laughing thief up the stairs of the museum.

Kid slid open the jade encrusted drawer and scooped the onyx and ruby pieces out before tossing the box over his shoulder. “Catch!” he called, watching the curator throw his arms up to catch the box and promptly fall back into the police, causing an interesting pile up that would take a bit to sort out.

He crammed the playing pieces as carefully as he could into his inner breast pocket, zipping it before taking a corner and all but kicking open the roof door, running for the edge, not bothering to slow. He could still hear footsteps behind him.

In the shadows, two detectives stood, waiting. Hakuba moved to go forward just as a small hand grabbed his waist. He paused only long enough to turn, but that was enough for the smaller detective who jumped and grabbed the handle of the fun sticking out of the shoulder holster.

Hakuba made a swipe for the smaller detective but Conan ducked and ran under Hakuba's arm, cocking the gun as he did. He raised it just as Kid hit the edge of the roof.

Conan's finger squeezed down hard on the trigger, the shot going wild as a much larger body slammed into his. Kid heard the shot and turned as the hang glider snapped out, watching, horrified as Hakuba and Conan sailed off the roof.

Kid angled his glider down, intending to catch them (and not quite sure what he would do after, the added weight would be horrid), just as another hang glider swung open. It caught the wind current and turned, heading towards the closest tall enough roof to catch them.

Kid turned alongside and followed, eyes narrowed at the checkered pattern fabric making up the 'skin' of the glider. It wasn't the coat he was familiar with, but a waxed, air tight fabric.

He angled down slightly, pulling his legs and body even further against the webbing on his back, gaining speed until he was next to his prey, relaxing his body position. He looked left and cursed softly. Hakuba was struggling, trying to hold onto Conan and steer his glider at the same time.

Kid banked slightly, adjusting his position so that he could move closer without the gliders hitting, reaching out with one hand to grab Conan's belt, just as Hakuba's glider pushed into his sharply, sending them both off course.

“What the hell!?” he yelled, both hands grabbing the bars that controlled movement, turning with the push, trying to regain control.

Gunshots rang out for the second time, slicing through the air where they would have been moments ago. “Oh,” he said and turned his glider again so he could see the shadowy figures above them. “Keep an eye on the brat!” he called, not waiting for Hakuba's nod as he hit the button on his right handle, the glider's wings snapping shut.

“KAITO!” Hakuba yelled, just as Conan yelled for Kid, both watching the thief turn upside down, free falling below them. Hakuba saw the glint of the card gun in Kid's hand and he swerved sharply away, cards flying past him and up towards the figures on the roof.

He hefted Conan up again before looking behind them, smiling grimly as he noticed one of the men dangling, his partner trying to pull him back onto the roof. A flash of white and Hakuba looked down, rather relieved to see an all too familiar glider below.

They both turned, heading towards the next flat roof, Kid landing first, followed by Conan who was dropped and then Hakuba, who stumbled a bit on the landing, not used to the action.

Kid had his gun out at Conan, glaring at Hakuba out of the corner of his eye. “First flight?” he asked, voice blank of emotion, though the look in the thief's eyes was more then an indication he was annoyed.

“You think you're the only one with dominion over the sky?” Hakuba said, sliding the harness off, wishing he could rather kick it off the roof. For all he was concerned, Kid could keep the air to himself. The feeling of flying made him nauseated.

“Where's the gun, Tantei-kun?” Kid asked, turning back to Conan.

Conan glanced over his shoulder, at the empty night behind him. “Back there, it fell when he ran into me.” Conan said, not bothering to look at Hakuba or address him by name.

Kid stared at Conan for a moment before holstering his own weapon, obviously believing the small detective, or at least not considering the kid worth his time at the moment. “Well, if you'll excuse me,” he said, giving them both a bow, moving towards the edge of the roof. He was just releasing a smoke bomb from his sleeve when the ground in front of him exploded, bullets slamming into the concrete.

He jumped backwards, off the roof and snapped the glider open, taking off as fast as the air would carry him, trusting Hakuba to get Conan out of danger.

--

Kid was walking down an alley, hands in his pocket, cape swirling in the breeze that kept whistling between the buildings. This was one of the few areas of town he could walk around 'in uniform' and not have a problem.

At most, he would just be accosted for autographs.

He sighed, rotating his shoulders, removing his top hat to brush his fingers through his hair. He paused as he heard a sound behind him before continuing to walk, listening to the footsteps matching his.

He turned the corner, whipping off his cape as he did. The person following him turned the corner and Kid threw the cape on the person, dragging them down. The person struggled violently, clipping Kid in the jaw with an elbow. Kid growled and hit the person hard in the general area of the stranger's stomach before pulling back, rubbing his jaw, rotating it slightly.

The cape slid down and Saguru was glaring at Kid, holding his stomach as he tried to get his breath back. Sitting up slowly, he pushed the cape down, tossing it at Kid's feet before pushing himself to his knees, and then to his feet.

Kid stepped backwards from the detective before grabbing the cape, re-attaching it as best he could without removing the shoulder braces. “Why are you following me, Hakuba-san?” Kid asked, though he was more curious as to how Saguru had even found him. He had taken off long before Saguru had got off the roof with Conan.

Saguru didn't awnser, brushing himself off, taking a few deep breaths, wincing ever so slightly at the pain still radiating from his stomach before turning towards Kid. He moved fast, shoving the other teen against the wall, staring at him silently before crushing their mouthes together.

Kid stared, wide eyed over Saguru's shoulder before groaning, falling into the kiss, pressing Saguru closer as his eyes closed, arms wrapping around Saguru's waist. This kiss was needy, fueled by fear and anxiety. Saguru had been scouring the streets, looking for the white clad thief since he disappeared off the roof they had landed on. Something inside him was desperate, craving the thief's sight, his touch. The urge to find Kid and make sure he was safe and unharmed drove him.

The kiss went on, consuming both teenagers, swamping their brains in hormones and pleasure until they lost awareness of their surroundings and positions. Kid was pressed against the wall, Saguru pressing against him, hands eagerly exploring under the thief's jacket, but staying above the blue cotton dress shirt, not ready to go any further.

He pulled away to breath, a moan spilling from his lips as Kid nipped at his departing tounge. He panted softly, staring into the rich blue eyes that were clouded with pleasure. He had to smile, deeply pleased he could cause such a reaction in a man so versed in showing nothing.

He moved in for another kiss as movement caught out of the corner of his eye. He turned his attention to it, instead placing his lips on Kid's jaw, carefully mouthing the flesh as he examined the shadow to their right.

His mouth moved up, nose pushing aside locks of hair before his lips found an earlobe that he examined with his teeth and tounge for a moment. “What is your gun loaded with?” he whispered, before taking the flesh back into his mouth.

Kid blinked, struggling over the rushing waves of pleasure to think and make sense of the question. “Razor,” he said finally, his voice low, barley audible from closed lips.

Saguru nodded, his hand sliding up Kid's chest before moving to the left, pulling the gun and turning, firing off two cards before he was even fully facing the direction of the shadow. There was the meaty thud of a body hitting the ground and a part of Saguru had to wonder how fast the cards flew before the other part screamed at him to RUN as more shadows formed into human shapes.

Kid grabbed Saguru's waist, his other arm raised above them, grappling hook in his hand. He fired the hook, watching it wrap around a pipe above them. Hoping that the pipe held, he pulled Saguru tighter against him and released the catch. Saguru screamed at the sudden jerk, surprised at the action.

Guns raised towards them and Saguru fired off more cards, cursing as all but one missed. There was a groan above them and both teens looked up at the pipe nervously. Kid shifted their weight, sending them towards the building. Both pushed off the brick wall, swinging them the other direction before heading back towards the building. As they swung back, the wall gave way to a window and both teens raised their legs for impact, ducking their heads as they sailed through the glass, their weight forcing them through.

Kid released the handle of his grappling hook and Saguru's waist, rolling just as he hit the wooden floor. Saguru tucked his arms in, intending to roll, only to hit a broken area of the floor, falling through it.

“You alright?” Kid yelled as he got to his feet, annoyed that Saguru still had his gun. He moved over to the hole, peering down into it, looking at the blond who was sitting up, holding his head.

“Yeah, the scrap and my arm broke my fall.” he said, holding up his casted arm before grumbling about a headache. He stood and moved from under the hole, just in time as Kid jumped down, landing gracefully enough to earn a dirty look from the detective.

Kid held out his hand and Saguru returned the card gun, before pulling a penlight from his breast pocket, clicking it on. They were on the floor beneath the one they had first landed in, in what appeared to be a well used and crumbling apartment. The pair gingerly made their way for the door, being careful of where they stepped (and what they stepped in).

Once outside of the abandoned apartment, they found a stairwell and followed it down, listening for the sound of the “shadows' following them. They emerged from the stairwell to find themselves a block away from where they started and Saguru had to smile. Apparently luck was finally smiling on them.

The pair took off running, Kid stripping off his suit as he ran. The white tux was far too easily recognizable and right now, blending in was a GOOD idea. Saguru followed suit, stripping off his jacket, hat, suit jacket and tie, shoving them into the bag Kid suddenly had in his hands. He worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt as Kid pulled him into an alcove, setting down the bag and pulling off his own shirt, revealing a black tank top. Saguru tried not to look at the thief, the flashes of smooth skin too distracting after their kiss to allow him to focus.

Kid shoved his pants into the bag, pulling out a pair of jeans and tugging them on, buckling the belt already looped around the jeans, glancing at Saguru out of the corner of his eye. A tight white t-shirt and the black slacks made for a very nice bit of eye candy for the thief who was trying to tug off his white loafers while still staring at the blond.

Saguru finally allowed himself to glance at Kid as he clipped his pocket watch to the loop of his pants, smiling as Kid stumbled. “Problems?” he asked, earning a glare.

Kid returned his attention to what he was doing, switching his loafers for a pair of hiking boots, lacing them up with quick fingers. He shoved the shoes into the bag and pulled out a small jewelry bag, pulling out Kaito's watch from it, along with a red ruby stud earring.

Saguru watched, interestedly as Kid slid the watch on the opposite wrist of where Kaito normally wore it, making a note of the action. As Kid slid the earring into his ear Saguru moved closer and gripped the thief's chin lightly, studying the teen's ears. “Your ears are pierced,” he commented, half a question and half a statement. He released the thief before taking the earring back, carefully attaching it to the stud, making sure it was secure but not too tight.

Kid's breath quickened, confused by such an intimate act. “It's easier, then wearing clip ons...got tied of chasing down a missing earring.” he breathed. As Saguru's hands moved away from his ear he turned, looking up at the detective.

Saguru raised his hand, brushing his knuckles over Kid's cheek, leaning in, their lisp just barley coming together. He pulled away after a small moment, grabbing the bag and zipping it up, sliding it across his chest.

Kid swallowed, looking at the ground for a moment, trying to get control of himself before giving Saguru a grin. He took the blond's hand, ignoring Saguru's look, moving them out of the alcove and alley, onto a busy street.

The pair walked, hand in hand, trying their best to look like every other couple on the street, despite the fact they were two guys. Kid pulled off the act better then Saguru, but those passing by just chalked up the nervous tension and blush on Saguru's cheeks to it being a new relationship, then a detective being embarrassed by the actions and unsure of what was going on inside his brain.

“Come on, I'm hungry,” Kid said, giving a tug on Saguru's hand, smiling sweetly at him. He never did get a chance to run home for dinner, and felt curiously bad about that, considering Kaito's mother had probably spent forever on the waffles...maybe he'd eat them as a snack when he got home, just to make the woman happy.

But the fact remained he hadn't eaten since lunch, and after all the running, fighting and almost dying, he was famished. Not to mention the fact he was a growing boy.

Saguru sighed before giving in, pulling Kid closer and wrapping an arm around the thief's waist, gesturing with his head to a small cafe filled with laughing high school and studying college students, as well as other young couples on dates. They would blend in easily and could catch a bite without worrying about being shot in the back.

Kid smiled and turned, kissing Saguru's cheek. “Have I ever mentioned that I love the way you think?' he asked before picking up the pace, almost growling at the thought of food.

TBC